In fields where the golden sun does rise,
Horses gallop, a vision to the eyes.
Their manes like banners in the breeze,
A symphony of grace that never ceases.

With hooves that pound the earth in beat,
They traverse lands both wild and sweet.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
They soar beneath the boundless sky.

Eyes gleam with a spirit untamed,
Bodies strong yet nature framed.
In their presence, freedom’s found,
A timeless bond, forever profound.

As twilight casts its gentle shade,
Their silhouettes in dusk’s parade.
The world in awe, it stands to see,
The majestic dance of horses, wild and free.